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"I hate the way I don't hate you"
10 things I hate about you
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Where was dad? I quickly shouted, "Dad!?"
"Oh he's not dead, don't worry, I want him to see what I'm gonna do with your pretty face first" he responded, walking close to me.
I wasted no time finding my dad, I ran through the living room, which led to the kitchen in the back. I could hear his slow footsteps following me, my dad lay on the black and white tiled floor of the kitchen, a scratch lay on his forehead with a minature amount of blood tricking from the open wound.
Jackson walked under the doorframe, his voice echoing in the kitchen, I stood slowly, the white cupboard island seperating us both.
"See Lina, I don't lie" he uttered.
"This is personal now?" I questioned.
"I'm just finishing the job..." he slowly spoke.
"Well you've failed jack" I said.
He flinched slightly, his tongue poking the side of his cheek.
"Yeh jack, everyone is alive, every single person in that hotel is alive right now"
"Don't call me jack" he said stubbornly.
"All of this was for nothing jack, you've accomplished nothing, and you aren't going to finish anything in my house" ignoring his remark.
His eyes bore into mine, anger and hatred holding his stare high. Suddenly he began to move towards me, quickly, I ran pushing the chair from the table onto the ground, hearing his body thud, I made my way upstairs.
Silence.
I could hear the soft creak of a step, without a thought I grabbed the glass vase and threw it in his direction. Jack's body dodged the vase and continued to run up the stairs, he stood beneath the door frame at the top of the staircase while I stood a few steps in front of him. Time seemed to slow down when his eyes met mine...
He still had his blazer on and his shirt still tucked into his ripped trousers, his hair was soft but fell in front of his face covering his beautiful eyes that threw a cold glare towards me.
Jackson's pov:
Her blazer was now gone, and her shirt was slightly ripped stained with dirt, her skirt had risen higher up her thigh and her heels were drenched in mud. Her tangled hair still sat perfectly and her eyes were blanketed with confidence but nervousness at the same time...
Lalinas pov:
He began to walk closer,
"Jack you don't have to do this, if you kill me it won't get you anywhere..."
He still moved closer.
"Jackson, if you stop now you still have a chance getting out of this, I know you don't want to go through with this" I softly spoke.
He stood infront of me, the sound of his footsteps no longer heard, replaced with our heavy breaths.
"You wrong, I need to do this, this is all your fault, why couldn't of you just listened to me?" He argued.
"Why would I listen to a man who threatened to kill my father if I didn't help him and his pirate crew blow up the presidents room with his family in?!" I yelled at him.
He groaned, "it's always someone else but it's never you, why don't you just tell me how you really feel?"
He moved his face closer to mine, I looked up into his eyes, the cold glare no longer visible, his lips grazed my ear, "tell me how you feel"
I gulped, "I have no idea what you're on about, you're a sicko who blamed my dead grandmother for your psychopathic actions " I whispered, angry at the butterflies in my stomach.
His jaw clenched and his eyes looked dead into mine.
What was wrong with me? Why is he stood so close to me, my father is currently unconscious because of this man, I mean seriously Lina think straight. But I couldnt his lips were so close to mine, my head was dizzier than before...
My hands trailed up his arms, his muscles tensing under my touch, my finger grases the scar where I had stabbed him, I kept my hands around his neck and slowly pulled him closer to me. My legs distancing as he closed the gap even further, his hand held my thigh as he lifted my leg up, pushing our lips together. His lips were warm in comparison to one of his hands that roughly held my hip, his thumb stroking the fabric of my skirt.
Jackson's pov
Her hands traced my arms and landed around my neck slowly pulling me in, her perfume growing stronger the further she pulled me in, my leg stood between hers as I held her warm thigh in my hand and the other holding her hip fermly as I pressed in closer to her. Her lips taste sweet, her soft hands held my jawline, smoothly stoking my cheek.
What has she done to me, I hated her, why was I kissing her, why was she kissing me?
Lalinas pov
I couldn't continue to kiss him, I pulled away from him, out body's still close,
"I'm sorry" I whispered,
"For what?" He softly spoke.
"This," I grabbed the book on the desk unaware to jack and hit him over the head.
His body dropped forward into me as I swiftly caught his waist, his head hitting my shoulder.
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